2Author: I've been in a tizzy about whether to put this story up or not...due to some of the scenes...finally I just said F*** it and bam here it is.
"We are all of us born with a letter inside us, and that only if we are true to ourselves, may we be allowed to read it before we die."
― Coupland
Chapter 1
April 11, 2012
Corra sat on the train and watched the scenery go by, her brown eyes reflected back at her. Feeling uncomfortable facing herself she turned her head towards the aisle.
The train finally came to the last stopping place, Corra grabbed up her bags and made her way off the train. Grabbing a taxi, she told him the address; once again she relaxed and allowed the driver to listen to his offbeat 80's music.
The taxi driver pulled up to a old southern styled house. She gave him a twenty and told him to keep the change; she turned towards the house and smiled, "Home, sweet home."
The door opened, the person exiting, had the familiar dark skin, and sharp bone structure. When their eyes met Corra's first they seemed confused, before understanding came to them. Smiling, they rushed forward, "CORRA! Oh my goodness you should have called if you were coming."
Corra felt comfort when her mother, wrapped her in her arms. She laughed, "Ma, I wanted to surprise you…"
Her mother pulled back and looked her up and down, "I'm too old for surprises, come on…come in, your sisters are here as well as Elle's husband, hurry."
Corra laughed, grabbing her bag and following her mom into the house.
"So what brings you home, after not one phone call of email?"
Corra, turned her head away from the cup of tea she'd been watching steep. Elle leaned against the door, her arms crossed. He caramel skin, clear and her black eye's sharp.
Corra turned her head back to her tea cup, adding sugar she spoke, "I wasn't in the right place…To call then would have been bad for the family."
She picked up her cup from the counter and walked over to the dinner table, Elle followed. Sitting down, she tried to prepare herself for the inquisition she would soon be going through.
Elle shaking her head, sat down across from her. It was still early for anyone in the house to be up, "You haven't called for three months, and mom has been worried. Every time I call from California, she asks if I've heard from you. You…did you finally leave that guy in Atlanta?"
Her eyes concerned, she seemed she could find the answer just by observing Corra.
Corra shrugged, "It ended, but I'm not sure if he understands that's what I meant when I left. I told you, I didn't know how lose I could be in that world, I was foolish. Somehow I got lost in it, hah; I almost started to believe it was all real.
Corra raised her hand and began to pull at her ear, a nervous habit sense she was a child. Elle raised her hand and grabbed, Corra's stopping her.
"Why did you leave him…what made you decide to leave?"
Corra, felt it than the pain, her heart would always fill as if it was being ripped apart, when she thought about it.
Elle, felt her soul freeze when she heard the next sentence out of Corra , "He…he isn't real, he was never real, and now I'm pregnant with a fake man's child…so foolish, so fucking foolish of me."
Elle pulled her elder sister into her arms, comforting her elder sister, like her sister had done for her so many times before.
3 months ago
Corra glared at her editor, the fat man held a fake Cuban between his sausage like fingers.
"I'm sorry could you repeat yourself. I don't think I hear right…"
The man grunted, narrowing his puffy red eyes at her, "I said, Ms. Terran that you will be taking over Jodie's assignment, since she is on pregnancy leave."
Corra couldn't believe this, at the age of twenty –six she'd already taken over action news of the paper. She was the Anderson cooper of the new paper in Atlanta. How in gods' could this pig dare to make her investigate, a bunch of kids who thought themselves vampires.
Flabbergasted, she tried to find a way around it, "L-look here, Mr. Willder…" No, you see here Missy, I've dealt with your arrogance for too long, you will do it, or you won't get that transfer to New York you so desperately want, now leave!"
Slamming out of the office, she nearly ran over Nancy, the office gossip. Glarring at the annoying woman, she walked pushed past her and walked to her offices.
"Why don't you just quit already?"
Corra groaned, chewing on the straw of her iced macchiato, "Bev, it's not that simple, that fat pig has made it difficult, because I need his damn signature to get into the program."
Beverly, sighed, leaning back against the chair. Corra couldn't help, admire Bev's fashion choice, as usual her Hispanic had flair for color and heels. Corra, hadn't even bothered with all that, flats, clean jeans and blouse.
Nothing fussy or complicated, that's how she liked it, especially her life.
Beverly, sipped from her cup, allowing her mind to wander, before shrugging, "Well you're just going to have to go and do what you do best…"
Corrah raised her head, "And what is that?"
"Snooping around of course, no one can beat you in that."
Corra stood, and a door with an upside down cross, she was tempted to just walk away. She'd gone out and bought the necessary items, leather, and tights with a red leather jacket, and laced up knee high boots completed the look, she figured she fit the role.
Gathering her courage she opened the door and walked in. At first she was taken aback by the empty hallway. She couldn't hear anything, letting the door shut behind she walked down it. Her back was tense, and her stomach was knotting up. Fake torches lit the way; she let her eyes take in the period décor.
She arrived at the red door; at the end reaching forward she went to pull on it. But funny enough it wouldn't open, she jerked and pulled on it. Giving up she wondered what she would do, if she couldn't even get into the club.
Luckily though, behind she heard voices, turning around she jerked back when a painting moved with the wall allowing some drunken guess exit.
Observing this, she quickly walked over and swiftly passed them and entered the exit way.
Music immediately filled her ears, group of people walked back and forth laughing.
The rock music didn't bother her; she'd had her own party days as a young person. The appearance of the people, kind of threw her off. They were all dressed in outfits that would be considered really high fashion. Like characters from a lady gaga video, a man with his mouth covered by a mouth piece, was lead around by a shorted woman and some dark read heels, her outfit made her look like a bloody ballerina.
Shaking her head out of her trance, Corra walked deeper in the melee. She reached into her hand bag and turned on her recorder. She decided the take a seat at the bar that over looked the dance floor.
The bar tender walked over to her, shirtless his muscles, covered by some intricate tattoo.
"What would like to drink?" Corra blinked, and looked up at the menu, seeing everything had some form of blood in it and she shuddered.
"I'll take the pixie drink, please."
The guys looked at her oddly, before nodding and proceeded to make the drink.
She watched him, he moved quickly, she swore she'd saw something dropped that sparkled but it went by so fast. Deciding she'd been seeing things, she smiled and took the drink handing over the requested amount.
For an hour Corra just watched the crowd, and enjoyed the view. She had to admit it look like fun, to abandon reality and just celebrate being alive. It was a marvel people didn't do it more often.
She pulled off her coat, displaying her tattoo at her base of her neck. The wind over her arms made her feel better; she couldn't imagine what was causing the heat wave she was feeling.
She noticed the music fading, looking up she watched as the DJ pulled the mike close to him and spoke.
"Everyone, are you having fun tonigh?"
The crowd responded with a howl of noise, "Good, good, but as you know we have to slow things down. The king will be coming to pick his bride for tonight….ladies, are you ready?"
The woman in the crowd laughed, and applauded, "Alright that what I want to hear, here he is!"
Corra didn't know why she stood but she felt something calling to her. She walked over to the dance floor, as the doors from an unknown place opened, people stood back she watched as three men walked through the doors.
Not believing her eyes, she walked closer, women pushed themselves towards the men. Some begging, others flaunted their body.
The she believe must be the one that stood in the middle, He was tall and broad he features that of a lion. Amber eyes with a ferice light stared over the people, as if trying to conquer all of them.
Corra shook her head, as she could see all these drunken fool were already his.
Her eye's shifted from him, to the man that stood to his left.
She felt the world slow, He was beautiful, and normally she didn't go for those types.
His skin smooth, while his eyes were blue, from this distances she didn't know how she knew that. Like the one in the center, he wore his hair longer than was fashionable. Pulled up into a pony tail, she wished to let her hands play in it.
Shaking her head she tried to dispel that thought, but something she knew for sure was that she wanted to get closer to him. Her heart shaking in her chest she made her way closer and closer to the trio.
Something was leading her, she found herself block from getting closer when the lion man, grabbed a woman from the crowd and declared her his women.
The crowd went crazy with cheers and sounds of disappointment, the lion man spoke though, "Calm, calm I say, I still have my loyal bodyguard who will fulfill two more women hearts.
Corra didn't what she was doing, but she stopped and simply begged with her eyes for the blue eyed man to pick her, was she insane, she didn't what was going on with her.
Ashbel, stared at all the humans, he would pick one quickly, he didn't usually pick one on this night. But he hadn't feed in to long if he didn't pick one he'd be week against the enemy.
He looked over them trying to decided, when he noticed a dark skin female standing still amongst the moving masses. Her eyes were trained on him, feeling a tug on his soul. He watched as she, shook her head as if in confusion and went to walk away.
Making a quick decision, he walked pushing pass other's her grabbed her hand. She jerked her head around to face him; he pulled her into his arms and held her close.
He walked back over to the doorway, "I've chosen, now all there is left is Carion."
As usual Carion the big red head, picked his night companion swiftly," And with my choice we will return to our world, this end the harvest night."
The walked through the doorway, the door shut behind them.
Ashebel, didn't like doing this, but he needed to feed and only was by human energy, sexual energy was good for them. They could only bond with one human for 3 months, or else they would go mad in the hell realm.
They normally would keep the human under a type of hypnotic, for the time.
He hadn't had a human, since his last had died at the hands of the Nagiri side. The king had already left with his chosen; the wall of the palace echoed at Ashbel's every step. He carried his human into the room; he laid the sleeping woman on the bed.
He stared down at her, and noticed the things he couldn't in the darkness of the human realm. Her skin color was caramel smooth and unblemished, her body was curved in the right areas, her lips were full and stained red from her female face wear he assumed.
He wondered what he would make her think of him lover, or husband…The king he knew always picked lover, while Carion would make the person believe they were a wife /husband to him.
Letting his mind wander he walked across his chamber, towards the closet, pulling on the rope hanging from the ceiling. He waited for soft scratching at the door, hearing it he told the person to enter.
Natos, his squire entered, "You called for me, Lord Nninth."
Ashbell nodded, sitting down on the stool in front of the fire place, "Remove my armor, than I wish for you to go and fetch refreshments from the kitchen."
Natos nodded, and after completing his chores he went to close the door behind him, only to Ashbell stop him with a question, "…Natos…it has been a while sense I've brought human, to use for brim, tell me to make this women be one with me, what should I make her believe?"
Natos young face scrunched up, his freckles standing out against his darkly tanned skin, his brighten when he seemed to come to an idea.
"Make her your wife Lord, for than she will also be a balm to you during the three months rather than a trial. For brim is what nobles do to regain their soul after battle, without brim the nobles of demons heritage would be soulless. The curse of Sefta witch, has been kept at bay due to these humans, so let her also be a balm for your heart during brim."
The bowed and exited the room swiftly, Ashbel stood and walked over the bed. He listened the as the woman breathed in and out, leaning down he placed his hand over her heart.
"I will make you my wife, but in this world a brim wife is on the same level of slave. You are a tool, for me to keep soul, humph. I will keep you for your purpose for it is only he, who can heal my soul completely."
Mature Scene
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Corra didn't understand, the emotions running through her body, but she didn't evade them. She felt callused hands against her skin, breathing deep she shuddered.
She felt her blouse taken off, she flinched away only for those hands to persist in removing her clothes. She tried to remove those hands from her blouse, only for her hands to be pulled above her head. She tried only for them to not budge.
She struggled; she opened only to feel panic seeing a stranger straddling her. Fierce blue eyes stared down into hers; she opened her mouth to scream only to have the other cover her lips with his.
She couldn't breathe; he seemed to be sucking the life from her. Her limbs began to weaken, her heart pounded in her head.
Jerking up, he stared down at her his seemed to glow. Her eyes watering, she watched as proceeded to pull the rest of her clothes off her. She could feel his warm hands on her thighs, as he removed her underwear.
She hadn't been this naked in front of another man, sense she was seventeen. She begged, "Please…P-please don't do this…"
A tear slowly fell from her eyes, but the men didn't seem to hear her quiet plea. He simply placed his hand on her center, and stoked the area, causing Corra to flinch in surprise.
Her body flooded with sensation, she tried to tamp them down. But she felt herself pushing herself against his hand; he leaned forward and placed his lip against her neck teasing with bites and swipes from his tongue.
She whimpered, she shouldn't be reacting, but her body was betraying her. He whispered in her ear, "You will feel this, I won't let you run away human."
He lowered himself once again; she blinked rapidly, trying to decipher what he meant. Before she knew she felt his mouth on her center, she jerked back, but with his strength he kept her thighs still.
He lapped at her with his tongue, she shudder her toes curling, and she moved her head from side to side.
She pulled at whatever was keeping her hands bounds, "No….p-plea…I-I c-ca…aggh."
She felt it, her body tightened like a knot before she felt her center spasm. Her eyes wide she stared sightless at the ceiling, the only thing she could do was breathe deeply.
He crawled up her body once again, every inch of his body pressed against her shorter frame. He wiped his mouth with his hand before, kissing her. She could smell herself but oddly she felt her body heat at the knowledge.
He once against captured her breath, feeling weak enough she felt her self-falling into some sort of trance.
He spread her once more; he said something that she didn't understand, she felt a sting on the back of her neck, before she felt guide himself towards her center.
Her struggles started anew, she couldn't let him…no, no, no, NO!
"Aggh!" She cried out when she felt him pierced her.
Ashbel blinked down in surprised at the woman under him, he could smell the blood. He hadn't known she was a virgin, surprised, he felt his demon heritage rising in his blood. Before he knew he'd pulled the women up, removing the bond spell on her arms. Biting in her shoulder in a show of claiming,
That night he didn't sleep nor did the brim female, he couldn't sate his lust. He couldn't control himself; he tried every position, like dancers they moved in sink. The women exhausted kept up with his pace and he found himself sleeping when the sun rose above the mountains in the east.
Author: well then, please review and thanks for reading!